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What if in a modern au all the nolo/arafinweans are fantastic at winter olympic sports and secretly have huge guilt complexes about it

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So im not changing my name for halloween because a) i forgot and b) this is the scariest version of my name already, how can you be scarier than Caranthir the kinslaying accountant

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beleggs:

dreigoldenehaare:

beleggs:

hhimring:

Brothers by ~greenapplefreak

I bet they’re not even arguing about anything important. They’re trying to decide what kind of topping they want on their pizza or something… Maedhros wants extra cheese and Celegorm is all “FUCK NO!”

# AMBARUSSA ARE CASUALLY TRYING TO FIGURE OUT HOW FAR AWAY THE PIZZA SHOP IS,CURUFIN IS ALL SERIOUSLY MAN YOU WANT ANCHOVIES WHO THE HELL EVEN EATS THOSE,MAGLORS ABOUT TO TELL THEM ALL TO SHUT UP BECAUSE WHY THE HELL ARE THEY EVEN ARGUING ABOUT THIS, AND CARANTHIRS JUST AGREEING WITH CELEGORM BECAUSE EXTRA CHEESE IS GROSS,

# YOU’D SCREW YOUR OWN SISTER FOR A PIECE OF CHEESE
# I DON’T EVEN LIKE CHEESE THAT MAKES IT EVEN WORSE YOU SICK BASTARD 
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mauveshadow:









Finduilas 
Daughter of OrodrethPrincess of Nargothrond








In Mucha style, as requested (plus additional romanesque-ish acanthus)

mauveshadow:

Finduilas 

Daughter of Orodreth
Princess of Nargothrond

In Mucha style, as requested (plus additional romanesque-ish acanthus)

(via havisham)

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kaywinnet asked: Here is another marriage AU prompt, for whenever you have the time and/or inclination: Beren meets Celegorm and Luthien for the first time.

veliseraptor:

Everything was overwhelming. 

Finrod had been understanding, at least, and sent the gaggle of onlookers away while he greeted him with an embrace and a kiss while Beren stared at him with something bordering on awe. 

That was how he felt about everything, though - overwhelmed, overawed, by the greatness and the grandeur and the beauty all around him. 

And now he’d gotten himself lost. Beren stopped and frowned at the tapestry on the wall. Had he come this way before? He wasn’t sure, but it looked vaguely familiar, maybe - or perhaps that was wishful thinking. 

"You’re too short even for a Sinda," he heard behind him, and whirled, half instinctively reaching for a weapon. He had to tilt his head well back to look up at the elf grinning at him, looking distinctly amused. "You must be Beren, son of Barahir. What are you doing all the way over here?" 

"Getting lost," Beren said, after a moment, with a rueful smile. "I’m afraid…" He trailed off, though, eyes snagging on a surprisingly small embroidered star, eight pointed, almost lost amid the rest of his almost absurdly ornate finery. 

The amiable grin didn’t shift even slightly, and the elf - the Feanorian - clapped a hand on Beren’s shoulder. “Well then, seems I’d best help you get un-lost. This place is a maze. I’m inclined to think it’s cousin Findarato’s way of shedding hangers-on. Or else he likes it, Arafinweans have all kinds of peculiar tastes.” Beren stared at his companion, decidedly confused. 

"My lord," he said, tentatively, and awkwardly. He’d never known much courtly manners, and what he had known mostly forgotten. 

"Tyelkormo Turcafinwe," the elf said easily. "Tyelko will do, if that’s too much of a mouthful for a mortal." He gave Beren a sidelong look, suddenly concerned. "—I hope that isn’t offensive."

"No," Beren said, after a moment. 

"Good," The Feanorian - Celegorm - Tyelko, said, and then perked up. “Oh - Luthien! Come meet Findarato’s new guest,” and he gave Beren a little shove. His eyes caught on a woman dressed in blue as she turned, eyebrows slightly raised. 

Beren’s mouth went dry and he was fairly certain his heart stopped for two beats. The nearest thing he could find to compare was if someone had suddenly hit him over the head. 

"My wife," Celegorm said, voice still warm and friendly, and it was like a bucket of cold water dashed over Beren’s head. He tried to make himself look down, and realized belatedly that she - Luthien, daughter of Thingol, he’d heard tales but none of them did her justice - was looking back, a strange expression on her face. 

Stop staring, you fool, Beren told himself sharply. How long do you think this will remain friendly if he realizes that you’re ogling his wife?

"I feel a bit as though I should apologize," Celegorm said ruefully, after a moment. "I probably ought to have warned you." Beren made his head turn and looked at the elf, but his eyes were unmistakably dancing with laughter. Beren stared at him, still not quite able to form words. 

"Oh, stop it," Luthien said, and Beren felt his heart do a funny little flip in his chest. "The poor man just arrived here." 

"It’s no trouble," Beren made himself mumble. Oh no. How was he going to stay here? He wanted to look at her again, but he was afraid if he met her eyes he might do something embarrassing, and, given the presence of a Feanorian husband, possibly fatal. “I should probably…go…”

"Oh no," Celegorm said, at once, grip still firm on his shoulder. "No, don’t you wander off. I’ve got all kinds of questions for you. You’re not getting away now.”

"Tyelko," she said, slightly chidingly, and Beren snuck a glance up and found that she was looking at him, her eyes bright and clear and- 

He looked away quickly. No, he thought, heart trying to sink and leap at the same time. I don’t think I am getting away now.

honey why would you want to get away

Lise, you are a gem for bringing this into the world

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icelandsparmirror:

fairmaidenofendore:

stupidtolkieniancomics:

rebloggable by request :D

Except Beren could get out of it by explaining that he’s a vegetarian. Which leaves poor Maedhros on his own.

oh god
ahahahaha

icelandsparmirror:

fairmaidenofendore:

stupidtolkieniancomics:

rebloggable by request :D

Except Beren could get out of it by explaining that he’s a vegetarian. Which leaves poor Maedhros on his own.

oh god

ahahahaha

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havisham:

silmarillion-friendly-reminders:

Friendly reminder that Idril probably blames herself for the fall of Gondolin, since she refused to marry her cousin. (◕‿◕✿)

Wrong.

Friendly reminder that Idril Celebrindal lived in the safest place in Beleriand, surrounded by her friends and people with no-one who would have cause to hurt her, and that after she realised how Maeglin felt about her she did not feel safe in her own city ever again.

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icelandsparmirror:

havisham:

ladyshadowflame:

Noldor Error by *LadyBrookeCelebwen

Where’s the burn everything down option?

*snort*

why isnt there a pine hopelessly after your cousin option?

icelandsparmirror:

havisham:

ladyshadowflame:

Noldor Error by *LadyBrookeCelebwen

Where’s the burn everything down option?

*snort*

why isnt there a pine hopelessly after your cousin option?

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kaywinnet asked: 2, 10, 13, 14, 17, 20 for AU Celegorm and Luthien

veliseraptor:

What’s it like when they cuddle? Well, Celegorm is a professional cuddler, or might as well be. He really likes to do it, anyway, and will take almost any opportunity, no matter how small, as a time to cuddle. Celegorm is a snuggler in cuddling terms, and tends to wrap himself around whoever he’s cuddling a little like an octopus. Luthien I don’t think is quite as into it, but after a while it does become a comforting thing because Celegorm is warm and solid and will just cuddle aggressively for a while without feeling a need to talk much, and sometimes that’s nice.

Do they encourage any of each other’s bad habits? I bet Celegorm encourages Luthien’s bad habits, but I don’t know what they are. Most of Celegorm’s bad habits tend to be the ones where he just tends to doormat himself when his family (read: Curufin) disagrees with him, and Luthien would not encourage that one. Or most of his other ones, I imagine. I bet Luthien has a great "exasperated" face.

What sort of presents do they get each other? Celegorm gets Luthien pretty clothes and jewelry and probably like, pet birds (Luthien just lets the birds go after a few days because she doesn’t really like keeping them) (or baby animals I bet one time Celegorm brings home a fawn or something and is like LUTHIEN LOOK and she’s like “…Tyelko can we have a talk”. Luthien gets Celegorm hair ornaments because Celegorm’s hair is his pride and joy. And other small and shiny things.

What happens when they disagree? Celegorm gets really stubborn and digs in his heels, and then Luthien gets really stubborn and digs in her heels. Celegorm tries to yell her out of it. Luthien holds her ground. Celegorm throws up his hands and storms off dramatically, and Luthien fumes for a while. Celegorm comes back and apologizes, and then they talk it out, sort of. 

Do they know/get along with each other’s families? Even in this verse Thingol doesn’t like anything Feanorian, and Luthien really really dislikes Curufin, so…no, not really. But Finrod and Luthien are friends! And I bet Melian is okay with Cleeg, although he’s intimidated by her. Like, majorly. (Thingol is funny. Melian is scary.)

If one were grouchy or feeling down, how would the other cheer them up? They go for walks outside when they can, or play a silly card game, or Luthien will just get Celegorm to talk about whatever’s bugging him, which is always a novelty (and also like pulling teeth, getting Celegorm to talk about things he is upset about is really, really hard). Celegorm will cuddle Luthien, or sometimes just sweep her up and take her for rides because come on we’re getting out of here. And also badgering her until she tells him what’s wrong if need be; he’s pretty good about knowing when to do that.

Lise am liking your Luthien/Cleeg shipping as awkward marrieds more and more

espesh if they bring in Beren as their pet human/poolboy

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veliseraptor:

Summary:

Aredhel never had a sister by blood, but she gained one another way.

Notes:

A very, very long time ago, kaywinnet requested fic from me for something, and I promised her Aredhel and Elenwë fanfiction because there is a severe lack of that out there, and also all the friendships/relationship between ladies. It took me somewhere on the order of seven or eight months (or something) to pull together something I was satisfied with, or at least somewhat satisfied with. Still agonizing over a lot of things about this, but, you know. Sometimes you just gotta take the plunge.

Elf ladies friendship, though, guys. These two would make the best co-queens ever. Dammit Tolkien!

Here’s hoping I didn’t make any significant canonical errors. It’s been a while. 

Lise i read this and made dying seal noises the whole time

it’s amazing